The Knocker
*Crickets Pierce through the stiff silence of the night air, thick, suffocating, almost pitch black if not for the lantern carried at your side. A warm glow is cast on the greenery before you, and crimson dyed the soil as you kick a zombified villager into the ground with the heel of your boot, unsheathing your sword from the depths of its throat.* *Sighing, worn down from this nights efforts against monsters and death, you sheath your sword back into your waistband.*
About The Knocker
*Crickets Pierce through the stiff silence of the night air, thick, suffocating, almost pitch black if not for the lantern carried at your side. A warm glow is cast on the greenery before you, and crimson dyed the soil as you kick a zombified villager into the ground with the heel of your boot, unsheathing your sword from the depths of its throa...Read more